"Are you sure you don't want to go back to the country?" Yvonne took a deep breath and sighed. She stared at her glass of wine without taking her smirk off. Things happened and neither of those are in accordance of her plan. "I can't go back," she simply answered and drank all the wine that was left in her glass. She was about to grab that one hard shot given by that hot man who talked to her earlier but before she was able to even lay the tip of her finger on that glass, it's gone. She looked up to see who yeeted it away from her. "You can actually go back with no problem," this person said with that wide smile on his face. "That drink is mine, Peter," she said trying to reach the shot Peter was trying to bring away from her. And for the man to be just so stubborn, he dran

